Stronger than a mountain
Mightier than Vesuvius
And kings and kinsmen awed at him
He had lived a for millennias
And seen the earth change
He was there when the floor was lava
And was , when it was ice
When it was mud, he became the ox alike
When the drought came
He became the river bringer
Such was his might
Such was his legend
He would rush in, to the aid
Of other mere mortals
That seeked so.
He had stopped floods,
extinguished volcanoes, averted famine
Yet his heart was empty, devoid of feelings
He sat staring skyward one night
Wanting to fade, calling the universe
He reached his hand, the sky wisped to one
As it touched his face, it sang his song
"Arna the mighty
Arna the great
Arna the pious
Arna the strong
Arna the quick
Arna the gentle
Arna the undying man
Arna denies the universe of afterlife"
He smiled, as he stretched his feet
Watching the star falling toward him
He knew, it was his time
He knew it was his wish
And he finally mixed his heart into the hearth of the earth
To be in every inch of life anew
This time to be the volcanoes
To be the rivers
This time to be life itself.
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